Post by xeira on Mar 19, 2012 21:59:22 GMT -8
Xeira had quickly gone back to her quarters and taken a sonic shower. But then, she was faced with the difficult decision of what to wear, made more difficult by the fact that every piece of clothing that she owned so far was Starfleet issued. With a sigh, she headed over to the replicator, deciding that she couldn't go wrong with the feminine staple - a little black dress. She was halted in her progress once more as she debated over how to do her makeup.
It was a good 45 minutes later when she arrived at the Top of the World. She had been afraid that it was going to be boring because it was so new, and with the Carnival going on down on the planet below, but it appeared that a lot of other Starfleet officers had the same idea that she did.
She heard it before she could see it, the deep throbbing bass of dance music that seemed the same regardless of what culture the music was from. She felt it in her chest as she approached, and she wondered if she was going to be able to hear tomorrow. Fortunately, she wasn't scheduled in the lab as she'd been given the day off to get acquainted with the station.
The Top of the World was near the bottom of the station. It was on the lowest deck in the area that was largely an observation area, where people could see Etimon below. As she entered, she could see that it was comprised of two levels. The bottom-most level was half bar, and half dance floor, but with a twist. The transparent aluminum windows extended down from the "walls" to where the "floor" would be, so most of the dance floor was actually a giant "glass" floor. A few people stood around the edge, looking down as though they felt it would break, but Xeira knew that transparent aluminum was no weaker than the other materials that comprised the station's walls.
The second floor had tables, and there were waiters walking around serving. Xeira noticed with some amusement that rather than speaking to the guests, the waiters handed them a Padd where they could place their own orders.
This certainly wasn't the sort of place that someone came to have a good conversation, that was clear.
**So... now what?** she thought to herself. She could get a drink, perhaps, but she wasn't quite ready for that. She eyed the dance floor longingly, but no one had made their way out there yet. No one wanted to be the first one out, after all. Xeira wished that she had the confidence to pull such a stunt.
There was something subtle that pushed her to do it though. She was no longer Ensign Sivan, the by-the-book young woman who seemed afraid of a good time. No, now she was Xeira Eli, and she owed it to her symbiont, and to those who followed her to break out of her shell, even if it killed her.
Striding purposefully onto the transparent aluminum floor, she began to dance, confident smirk daring those who were around her to laugh.
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It was a good 45 minutes later when she arrived at the Top of the World. She had been afraid that it was going to be boring because it was so new, and with the Carnival going on down on the planet below, but it appeared that a lot of other Starfleet officers had the same idea that she did.
She heard it before she could see it, the deep throbbing bass of dance music that seemed the same regardless of what culture the music was from. She felt it in her chest as she approached, and she wondered if she was going to be able to hear tomorrow. Fortunately, she wasn't scheduled in the lab as she'd been given the day off to get acquainted with the station.
The Top of the World was near the bottom of the station. It was on the lowest deck in the area that was largely an observation area, where people could see Etimon below. As she entered, she could see that it was comprised of two levels. The bottom-most level was half bar, and half dance floor, but with a twist. The transparent aluminum windows extended down from the "walls" to where the "floor" would be, so most of the dance floor was actually a giant "glass" floor. A few people stood around the edge, looking down as though they felt it would break, but Xeira knew that transparent aluminum was no weaker than the other materials that comprised the station's walls.
The second floor had tables, and there were waiters walking around serving. Xeira noticed with some amusement that rather than speaking to the guests, the waiters handed them a Padd where they could place their own orders.
This certainly wasn't the sort of place that someone came to have a good conversation, that was clear.
**So... now what?** she thought to herself. She could get a drink, perhaps, but she wasn't quite ready for that. She eyed the dance floor longingly, but no one had made their way out there yet. No one wanted to be the first one out, after all. Xeira wished that she had the confidence to pull such a stunt.
There was something subtle that pushed her to do it though. She was no longer Ensign Sivan, the by-the-book young woman who seemed afraid of a good time. No, now she was Xeira Eli, and she owed it to her symbiont, and to those who followed her to break out of her shell, even if it killed her.
Striding purposefully onto the transparent aluminum floor, she began to dance, confident smirk daring those who were around her to laugh.
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